SubscribeYou know how, sometimes, something keeps cropping up? (Or, as a psychologist might put it, you know how, sometimes, there’s the Baader-Meinhof effect?)
Well, at the Writing Britain exhibition at the British Library yesterday, I listened to a recording of Ciaran Carson reading his poem ‘Belfast Confetti’. I hadn’t come across it before, and I thought it [...]
Tag: poetry
Belfast Confetti
Going, going
A news item yesterday prompted me to look this up. It’s Philip Larkin reading his own poem, which was written in 1972. It’s hard to believe this is thirty years old. Some of the language dates it, of course, but… well, listen to it and you’ll see what I mean.
Morning haiku
Lavender clouds on
wedgewood sky make me
anything but blue.
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